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Alun Lewis - The Swimmer Lyrics

Early, before the soldiers are awake
Or clogs go clattering from Morfa farm,
Before the red cock lifts his saurian head
Above the nettles on the whitewashed wall
And shakes the hens down from the apple trees,
I take the path, grown tricky in the rain,
Disused these last few years, all overgrown,
And scramble down the green walls of the Cwm
Across the cliff-top fields whose stony yield
Of niggard oats is hunched in dripping sheaves,
Till from a lip of shale the streaming bay
Grinds my cold ears like seashells in the traeth.

I strip, and pose, and plunge into the waves.
In the full ground-swell and the counter swell
Among the rocky channels off the Crib
Naked I flow, yet clear defined, my limbs
Laughing within the laughter of the sea.
My wet black head turns slowly in the swirl,
Leisurely as a seal, considering
The sea's four quarters and the cormorants.

So, satisfied I pick my soft-foot way
Up the crustacean rocks towards my clothes.
And in the rough green contact of the grass
Find my continuum and think of friends
Who died in deserts where I also go,
Shivering and sure of what runs on and on.